Jett looked around their newly discovered area. It was a lush, beautiful garden. They had been walking and running around away from the creepy mermaid lake for a long time. Her legs were getting numb as she continued, and she knew that it was time to stop. She guess that they were near at the other end of the arena, or an outside rim. Something. Anyways, it wasn't scary. In fact, the area looked beautiful. Jett wanted to live here.

She looked around quickly before deciding it was a great place to sit and rest for a while. "Wow, this place is beautiful," Jett muttered, still in awe of the landscape. Birds were chirping in the sky, and she frowned. Animals? That could be good or bad. From her experience with the butterfly, she could be hesitant to accept the help of anything inside the arena.

Jett turned to Pyrite and smiled widely. Something about this place excited her.

Pyrite reached for Jett's thermos and also pulled out the cake. He was tentative to try it, but was growing hungry. He sipped from the thermos, as obviously, tea was the solution to every problem, and used one of his forks to take a tiny piece of the cake. What harm could it do? He had a medical kit, anyway, it couldn't be too bad.

He swallowed the cake and waited for any instant side-effects. There were none. Perhaps there would be some later. He sighed a little at the landscape, appreciating the beauty of it. He turned to Jett, placing the cake back in his picnic basket and pulling out an apple, using the edge of his clean axe to half it. He gave half to her. Didn't want either of them dieing of hunger. He flopped onto the ground, realising for the first time how tired he was.

"Yeah. More beautiful than anything in Six. I almost don't want to leave!"

He had chosen the most generic answer he could. He almost didn't want to choose that answer, but he did regardless. It was too early to call his ally/fake-girlfriend/district partner beautiful.

The cake has an interesting flavor. It tastes like apple pie, pudding, plums, coffee, and rainbow sherbet with just a hint of sea salt. Pyrite begins to notice that the things around him look smaller and smaller, and the sky is getting closer and closer, but Jett does not notice anything different.

Jett pulled out her bottle of water and sipped it in between her bites of apple. It felt amazing to have something in her stomach. She always loved apples, and this one just hit the spot. Everything seemed to be going alright. Noticing that Pyrite was eating the cake he had thought to be poisonous a while before, she raised an eyebrow. "How's the cake?"

She looked out at the garden, truly meaning her previous statement. This place was amazing. Everything seemed green and lush, compared to the rainbow fire that she had seen in days past.

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Pyrite felt like he'd shot up a good hundred feet instantly. The sky was at his doorstep while the ground seemed a million miles away. That cake probably contained some crazy hallucinogens. Hehe. It was nice being tall. He looked down to Jett, smiling. He probably looked like a crazed idiot from her standpoint.

"Rule number one. Nobody eats any more of that cake."

It seemed a good idea to perhaps keep the cake as a trap of sorts, to lure enemies into a false sense of security, it being cake and all, then snatching them in their daze. He didn't have any other side-effects from what he was feeling, and he felt relatively satisfied after his above-average tasting apple.

It was simply a matter of time, waiting for him to come back down to Earth.

OOC: (This cake has to be the best metaphor for this arena so far. It makes you feel great when you first see it, when your head is in the clouds, but you'll soon come back down to the ground with a bump. It promises deliciousness but does not fully deliver.In shorter terms,The cake was a lie.)

(OOC: Aw, thanks. It was going to be at the cornucopia but I forgot. )

The effects gradually fade a little bit, but Pyrite still feels taller and larger than normal. He wonders if the 'Drink Me' bottle does the same thing, or if it will just wear off completely on its own.

Jett gave him a smile and nodded in agreement. No more cake. They could feed that to the next vampire butterfly they saw or something. "Agreed, no more cake." the tribute said softly. She looked at the blue liquid and wondered what it did.

The girl didn't know what was going through Pyrite's head, but guessed it had to do with the cake.

Pyrite was worried about sitting down as he feared in doing so he may land on and subsequently crush Jett due to his apparent height rise. He smiled at their decision to abandon the cake. It was a smart choice. He felt slightly more like himself again, down to what felt like about 10 feet tall. He motioned for them to maybe move on before the beautiful surroundings drew them in too much and spat out another absurd mutt, because when you're stuck in an arena with others hunting you for survival, as a general rule there isn't time to laze about in the sun.

OOC: (Sorry it's so short, I just wanted to make sure I didn't die of inactivity, so I had to get a post in somewhere.)

Suddenly, Pyrite feels like he is shooting up 100 feet higher, even taller and huger than before. His vision black out, as if he has his eyes closed. Strangely enough, the only thing he can see is the 'Drink Me' bottle.

Pyrite couldn't even find the strength to talk as he fell into a nightmarish darkness. All he could do was mouth and point. Jett, the bottle! Give me the bottle!

He couldn't hold on much longer. He had to just drink the liquid and hope someone took pity on him enough to send in something to null the poison. Pain flooded his body and he couldn't talk or point any longer. He just hoped Jett gave him the liquid as the all-encompassing darkness flooded his vision.

Jett was looking a a pink flower when she looked back at her district partner, seeing him dramatically pointing to the blue liquid. A look of confusion and concern cross her face as she passed it to him, taking the lid off the top. She didn't know what was going on, because Pyrite seemed normal to her. He seemed like he was sitting next to her, the same height that he had been for a while. "He must be seeing things," she thought bitterly. Jett watched him eagerly, seeing if the bottle made any difference.

Biting her lip, the tribute awaited a response. Since he didn't speak, she could only guess that he was in an immense amount of pain.

Upon drinking the liquid, Pyrite regains his sight, but suddenly feels as though he is getting smaller. Back to his normal size, Pyrite smiles, until he suddenly realizes Jett is getting taller and everything is getting bigger and he feels like he is shrinking. Luckily, since his starting point was him thinking he was super tall, Pyrite now sees the world from the view of someone two feet tall instead of the size of an atom.

Jett was now about as tall as he was before. It was an unwelcome feeling, seeing himself so small again, and he was hit with a wave of emotion. Everything had seemed great. Candy everything. He'd come crashing down hard. The odds were certainly not in his favour.

Jett's face was still twisted with concern. She didn't know what was going on, but it seemed that Pyrite wasn't in any immediate danger anymore. She couldn't say that they were safe, because that was never the case in the Hunger Games. "Well, alright." she said softly. Jett knew there wasn't really anything she could do to help him at the moment. Hopefully it just wore off.

OCC: Sorry for my fail post. Band Concert tonight, no time for lovely posting.

Pyrite gradually gets better, but not before stumbling around, disoriented by the effect of the liquid, and slamming into rocks and such. After a few minutes, he throws up and goes back to normal size, still feeling nauseous.

Jett jumped up with more concern, her expression glum. She hated when she felt like she couldn't do anything for someone. She was having that feeling right now, watching Pyrite walk into rocks and various trees. The tribute was heading up to help, when she noticed that he was vomiting. "Yeah, no more cake, like ever," Jett said softly, looking around. She sighed and reached for the medical kit, hoping that he was alright and wouldn't need it.

Jett turned and bit her lip nervously. She wasn't ever good at this sort of thing. Being compassionate, nope. Making people feel better? Good joke. "How are you feeling Pyrite?" she asked.

Pyrite had just about finished stumbling around, but now felt somewhat drunken. Like his father got when his mother and sister died. Dizzy and confused. He felt weak but also in a trance, placing a hand on Jett's shoulder and crouching down trying to restrain his nauseated numbness to speak for a moment.

"Better."

He smiled weakly. It could be worse. She could be killing him right now. It just proves she's a good... hmm. What was going on with them at the moment? It all felt slightly too 'friendly' for his liking. He believed they had made a certain agreement. He placed his arm around her shoulder as he looked at her. He shook his head again. That didn't help the nausea.

"How are you?"

He smiled a little more, genuinely this time. The nausea was getting slightly better, though it was being hindered by butterflies. Not murderous ones this time, just ones in his stomach. He grabbed the medical kit and proceeded to rub a soothing cream into one of his wounds.

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Lori continued to walk and as she did she nibbled on the other half of the fish she had cooked. Nicanor hadn't wanted it so she figured she would just eat the rest of it now. Robin was placed in her backpack with the rest of her supplies the same way Lori had put her in the thicket. They walked for awhile not really stopping to take rest but just exploring everything and so far it had pretty uneventful. They hadn't seen any other tributes on there way to the orchards and as they reached a garden tucked away Lori figured it would be a great time for a rest.

As she reached what seemed to be a calm area she could hear the sounds of footsteps and some talking. People. She quickly thought as she readied her bow and an arrow. She looked back at Nicanor and brought her index finger to her lips, mouthing the words 'shh' but not making a sound. She creeped down and found a bush to hide behind as she observed what was in front of her. It looked like there were two of them. A boy and a girl, but she was unsure what district they were from at first. Until she saw the cloth patch that announced the two were from District 6. She licked her lips as she brought her bow up and readied an arrow. At first she had reservations about attacking the two. Maybe we can all 4 join forces....No, only one can live and a group of four would be too hard to move quickly. She almost didn't like having Nicanor around knowing that she would be able to move around quicker on her own. But at least she liked Nicanor, she had reason to keep him close. But these two interfered with her plans, and that meant they needed to be dealt with sooner rather than later.

Lori pulled the arrow back against the string as she found her target. The boy, he looked stronger and she figured it would be best to take him down first. She carefully aimed the arrow at his torso though hitting him anywhere would be better than not hitting at all. She had the element of surprise right now, but she knew as soon as she let go of that arrow no matter what happened her position would known. She had to make this count. She let go of the bow and ducked down trying to stay hidden as best she could from the two tributes.

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Pyrite heard the arrow before he saw it, it's quiet whistle cutting through the silence of the garden. He turned and tried to swerve it, catching a glimpse of the shooter as he did so. She was already drawing another arrow. He grabbed Jett and bolted behind a tree, trying not to speak. They could probably pull this off, kill her, if they needed to. He held his axe close, moving quickly and with as little noise as possible through the trees. He was trying to get behind her. She started moving slightly out into the open, keeping her bow poised to attack. There was the oppourtunity, may as well take it. He bolted towards her, staying out of the direct line of the bow so he could strike with his axe. He aimed anywhere where she would feel the hit hardest, and he hoped both him and Jett could survive their first conflict with another tribute.

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Nicanor's anger kicked in, how dare someone try to attack Lori. He knew that this person had not seen him at all so he hid till he was close enough for his sword to strike him, but first he went into block his attack on Lori. He knew it would blow his element of surprise but he would never let anyone touch her. He drew his sword and jumped beside Lori, putting his sword in front of her to block. Then he wound up and swung it at this boy, who did not know just what he got himself in to.

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Jett gave him a soft smile and smiled at him. At least he was feeling better. Or so she thought. The tribute heard footsteps, and soon an arrow was flying. Eyes wide, she realized what was happening. People were happening. It was the first time she had seen anyone since the bloodbath. "Wouldn't my knives be great right now, oh girl from district one?" she thought bitterly. She wouldn't forgive her for taking them at the bloodbath for as long as she lived. Then again, that wouldn't most likely be much longer.

Jett grabbed her knife and ducked behind a tree. "Go big or go home, or in this case die," she thought sadly. Why did this have to end in death? So many of these tributes could've, and most likely would've, lived lives without all of this worry. Jett wouldn't ever want to have kids who would experience this. Seeing someone try and attack Pyrite, the tribute scowled. No one would hurt him, except for that arrow, but she couldn't do anything about that.

Jett took a stab at the District 12 boy, hoping for a hit. She wanted payback, revenge.

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